{My Littles}

This is Thanksgiving. Patsy (who is more like an aunt than a cousin) is the matriarch of the family...and the host of Thanksgiving. We eat more food that we can possibly fit into our bellies and if it's nice (like the last few years have been) the kids find their way outdoors, throwing pumpkins, playing ball, running...anything to wear themselves down. The girls are getting so big, as of course, are my boys. But even when there are months between seeing each other, they pick up where they left off...the girls babbying { baby little } and { big boy little } part of their pack. I hope they remember this. ​